The Lord of the Rings movies are long, with each movie having at least three hours. In that era when the Internet was not very popular, there were many people who could only watch these three classic movies through TV stations. Because of the length of the movie column, when a three-hour movie is shown on domestic TV stations, it is inevitable to cut this and delete that one, so that it can be maintained within the normal time.

This has led to a bad consequence, that is, because of the lack of a lot of plot, the movie seems to be transitional and stiff in many places. is not clear, a plot that should have been there is gone, so that the audience always has a sense of confusion surrounded by clouds.

Especially the third part, which was quite obvious during the Battle of White City. Where is the King of the Rings riding a two-legged wyvern? Where is Gandalf's wand? Where did so many knights and mammoths suddenly come out of nowhere? What happened after rushing for a long time, why did they stop for some reason? And where did Sauron's army come from in the first place?

These deficiencies have led to most domestic audiences not understanding that Zoro, the ultimate demon king in the Lord of the Rings biography, has always been a strategist and a small expert in multi-faceted layout. If you use the Eastern School of Power and Strategy to describe it, he is very good at taking the whole picture and deploying force in the world.

His troop layout is both positive and strange, and there are royal roads and ghost schemes. can climb the scientific and technological riots to crush them head-on, and can also use diplomatic skills to win over allies and plant nails. can rely on the monsters and orcs to face the bar, and can also instigate the pirate barbarians to explode chrysanthemums. If it weren't for the absolute weakness of the One Ring, Sauron would not have been defeated in the main story of the original book.

Right now. The weakness of the One Ring. It's hard to say whether it still exists.

The shadow of death. Hanging over all of Middle-earth. It is still hidden under the surface of prosperity and peace for the time being, but it is irreversibly getting thicker and thicker.

Doom Volcano, once the most famous active volcano in Middle-earth, is now dormant. Hula, the mountain wind blows, the small flowers and plants on the hillside sway gently, the fragrance of flowers is all over the field and the grass is green, and the human warriors stationed here feel relaxed and happy. Life nowadays. It's much better than when I fought to the death with the Modo Legion, and I hope those damned orcs never come back.

Take your eyes off the human warriors and project them onto the massive mountain, all the way down and down. All the way through the thick deep black rock formation, through the pores flowing with sulfur poison gas, keep going down. In the depths of the earth, there was a rumbling, low roar slowly echoing. This loud sound could have startled even the deaf, but through the thick rock formations, the only thing that could be felt on the surface was an extremely faint tremor.

This is the volcanic area. There should have been tremors. Trembling three times a day, the human warriors on the surface have long been accustomed to it. No one thought that in the depths of the dark earth, there would be a rather huge space.

The red-hot lava resembles the flowing water of a high-end hotel, tumbling down the cliffs on both sides and into the lava lake below. The strong smell of sulfur filled the surroundings, and such a poisonous gas could smoke normal people to death in an instant. The high temperature of the air rushed upwards, distorting the light and shadow of this huge cavern.

On the lava lake, there is a huge rock bridge more than 50 meters wide. The rocky bridge is rough, thick, unadorned, but undoubtedly man-made. Knock, knock, in the sound of huge footsteps, a behemoth with a height of nearly ten meters walked along the rock bridge.

It has two horns on its head, its knees turned upside down, and its feet are covered with goat-like hooves. It was emitting a crater-like sulfurous smoke all over its body, and its skin was like volcanic rock, and the lines of its skin were glowing with dark red fire. With every breath it takes, it spits out scattered sparks. Every time you fall, you leave a charred imprint.

This is exactly an ancient flame demon, and it is a very strong one among the flame demons. The one Gandalf killed in Moria's pit was nowhere near as fierce and strong as this one. Its eyes opened and closed, and wisps of black fire shot out, and it was obvious that this was also a ring spirit.

"Saturna, Laustapia, Dicaturifa!" it spoke, speaking in an ancient language that no one could understand, and its voice was like thunder. And in response to him, there was a huge earthquake. At the end of this rock bridge, in a huge cave with a diameter of hundreds of meters, a large scary insect came out.

It looks like a large, exaggerated sandworm, with no facial features or face at the tip, and only a life-thick super large mouth. Thousands of excavator-like teeth were arranged in a ring, stretching into the depths of the digestive tract in circles, layered and dense, like a portal to the Nine Hells, none other than the Devourer of Earth.

The Devourer of the Earth squirmed and reversed his muscles, and suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a huge amount of material from the depths of his stomach pouch. With a bang, a large number of metal bumps poured out like ocean waves. The stone has been digested, and what can't be digested is the tungsten steel billet. Such a rough blank can be used as a good material as long as it is simply processed.

"Gasp!!"

Massive lumps of metal mixed with slime gushed out, gushing out of the rocky bridge, and cascading into the lava lake below. But the Fire Demon Ring Spirit is not worried, its subordinates will naturally take care of the aftermath, and the Fire Demon is not afraid of the temperature of the lava.

"Hmm-" A large bag bulged out of the body of the Earth Devourer, and it traveled all the way up, stopping several times halfway through, as if it was stuck in the throat. The Devourer of the Earth used his strength a few more times, shook his head, and smashed the ground a few times, suddenly spewing out a huge monster with a "poof!"

It was a large, pitch-black spider with eight legs curled up in a clump that could still jam the throat of the Earth Devourer, and its bristles were harder than steel.

"The Weaver of Death, a descendant of the Worst Heavenly Demon, has finally dug up its corpse......" The Flame Demon walked over and reached out to touch the large spider. But before its hand touched the spider, it saw that the spider, which had been dead for an unknown amount of time, suddenly trembled, and its eight legs twitched strangely. Crackling, crackling, cracks burst out of the top of its head, and countless strange-colored slime splattered out of the cracks.

Wherever this mucus sprayed, there was frost and ice. The lava cavern still doesn't melt for a while.

Burst. There was a loud bang. The Death Weaver's head exploded completely, but a new structure grew. It was a human torso, muscular, with a waist that grew directly over the torso of a spider. Hissing, a large expanse of extremely cold ice mist spread out in all directions, and the spider man twitched and opened his eyes, which flashed with a black light.

"Spawning, hatching, parasitism. Breed a new Motorcycle Legion!" the Firedemon gave a simple command, then turned and left. This cold air is compatible with its nature, and it is afraid that it will not be able to resist the urge to fight with its colleagues. After adjusting to its new body, the Spider Ringwraith turned and crawled into the cave in silence. Spiders have always been silent hunters.

Knock, knock, the fire demon strode along the rock bridge, as comfortable as home in this lava-strewn environment. The rock bridge extends in all directions, connecting many small caves. In these slightly smaller caves, shadowy figures can be seen, which are special monsters that are resistant to high temperatures, and they are busy.

Ding-dong, ding-dong. The sound of slamming hammers and sparks mingled, and Modo's war machine restarted.

Knock, knock. The Firedemon walked forward, then looked up. Here, dozens of thick iron chains stretched out from the cliffs on both sides, sticking to the volcanic rocks that hung a giant asteroid-like stone in the air. The stone was roughly spindle-shaped, and hundreds of monsters crawled all over the boulder like ants lying on bread.

Ding-dong, ding-dong, these monsters picked up their sledgehammers and hammered open the big stone with all their might. The Devourers of Earth, though strong, cannot survive in lava environments, and can only rely on the full strength of these heat-resistant mobs. However, these mobs are strong, muscular, and quite efficient.

The pitch-black rock must have been an ore of some kind of metal, sparkling and staggering with incredible hardness. But when they smashed it in a rage, countless pieces of rubble fell down with a clatter.

There was a click, a click, and a loose stone that had been smashed broke along the crack. The three mobs standing on the stone couldn't dodge, and with a scream, they rolled down with the stone, and smashed into the lava with a poof, and it was difficult to survive. But the fire demon didn't look at the few little monsters, and the black light jet eyes only looked at the fault of the stone. There, a scaly skin was revealed.

The scales are neither large nor small, with a hint of dark gold, which is both beautiful and powerful, and extremely tough and strong.

It was the horn of a dragon's wing.

"Ankara ......" The Firedemon Ring Spirit paused for a moment, pronounced a name, and then continued to walk forward. Devourer of Earth, Weaver of Death, Ankara Dragon, Ancient Flame Demon, Blade Demon, Ancient Treant, Sauron's Ringwraith Legion is slowly showing its lineup, and any one that picks it out is an epic horror existence.

When these long-extinct beings are reborn with the help of turbidity and the power of the Ring Spirit, how powerful will they be?

And the demon king Sauron, who holds these powers in his hands, what kind of terrifying demon is it?

Knock, knock, knock, the fire demon strode along the rock bridge all the way to the end. Here, there is a huge stone gate dozens of meters high, and even the fire demon standing in front of this door looks small and powerless. The four, sweaty, hot, prostration-hardening trolls rose to their feet under the mon's whipping, screaming and pushing the massive mechanism.

The door slowly opened with the sound of a winch chirping. With a bang, a strange breath blew out of the door, and the flame demons were swaying all over their bodies, and their breath was weak.

No matter how strong and rebellious the Fire Demon is, he must remain absolutely humble and obedient in front of the insiders. So it entered the gate and came into a magnificent hall, and fell to one knee and bowed its head before the figure sitting on the throne at the end.

"My lord, everything is going according to plan. The Ankara dragon will soon be able to see the light of day, and the 'that' being deep underground is being searched for at full speed. At the speed of the Devourer of the Earth, we will soon be able to locate it and pull it from mythology into the Lord's legion. The power of the Lord will soon be able to cover the skies of Middle-earth again!"

But hearing such good news, the presence on the throne was indicated. The man tilted his head sideways, holding his head in his hands, as if pondering some eternal problem. The royal seat on which he sat had a stone band carved with nine holes, as if they were the ones used to set precious stones.

Now, in the first and second positions of the inlay hole, there are black flames burning. The being suddenly raised his hand and plucked a second black flame from the belt. The flames burned and jumped silently in the palm of his hand, then suddenly expanded and transformed into an illusory mirror. Countless images are displayed in the mirror, showing Galadriel, King Elon, Gandalf, and the shadows of the elven elite army.

This is what the Treant Ringwraith saw with his eyes, and it was also the memory that remained before it was destroyed.

In the last picture of the memory, Mr. Yang came with an ice sword. He was like a flying immortal out of the sky, and his incarnation streamer flew around the tree people. A sword pierced through the air to slash the demon, the sword aura was mighty, and the memory came to an abrupt end.

It was not the first time that the existence had seen Teacher Yang, and there was also the shadow of Teacher Yang in the previous flame, so the one finally opened his mouth from the long silence: "Who is this person?" (To be continued.) )